Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate

You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger।You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause।You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.

Devotion

Shine and outshine, like the black diamond,
it doesn't serve to glimmer and shimmer;
not serving any purpose,
you have to burn to create fire!!!

Power

Floating across the ocean,
reaching to million moaners,
the power of my;
me and only mine!!!

Creep

Stings, it jars your ears;
the sounds churn your stomach;
you tend to crawl out of your skin;
you hide in corners of extreme darkness!!!

The spic and span of today

A visit to the local dump yard.... why of all the places in the world, that can provide you with amazing entertainment, a good time, all the romance, do you choose to go visit a place at 7 O' clock in the morning with a good amount of chill still looming in the air?? Though I am tempted to say that it was at the insistence of our faculty, it need not necessarily be that. With the kind of context being created in the lecture room the visit was something I was looking forward to. With ample emphasis on the fact that you have to get an understanding of why you do what you do I felt the need to understand what happens to that I choose to discard everyday. There is enough that happens in the city of Mumbai the sea is the constant dumping ground for all the sanitation waste and none of the beaches are really conducive to entertaining water sports.

The landscape that invariably would encounter you when you close in on the dump yard is small hills with dry grass on top and a series of sorting factories on the way. These factories are collectors of various identical items (like same size PET bottles, same size plastic carry bags, same size plastic gunny bags... all the recyclable items). The dump yard closes in and the stench becomes unbearable you still persist for all the right reason and with all the nobility in the heart and then you the current dump yard. Huge hills of trash... nothing but crap collected from all over the city and dumped. Very reluctantly the thought that you choose to acknowledge is that what you discard simply out sight everyday doesn't just disappear, it reappears here on this hill and then continues to do what it was going to do in the city. You get a sense of the amazing amount of decomposition happening around you.

Not just of the garbage but also of the ecology and the human spirit. The spring nearby is laden with all the toxic emitted from the garbage and would become devoid of any capability to sustain any life form. Then you start to look around and realise that all the small hill around that have grass on top now were once one of these garbage hills. They were capped by soil from top and then a little vegetation forced to grow there. But the amazing state this vegetation is in forces you to think about what kind of life can you shit generate. Seems like an ecosystem is being destroyed. The image that immediately comes to my mind that of mutated creature walking about the face of the earth in a typical Sci-fi thriller.

The last thing on this list of mutated species is the mutation of the human spirits. One lone man walking about amidst our shit trying to segregate what is recyclable from what is not. There we have it the man asking other man to clean his shit. Somehow remind me of the discrimination of the Shudras in ancient India and still happening in some parts of India that are stuck in ancient. Appalling is the idea of someone else cleaning up after me because I am not in a position to wipe my own buttock. Take a deep look in the mirror and think what we are creating. The power to destroy this is not in our hand and with the quantities that are being produced everyday even nature is slowly getting powerless.

The city is definitely spic and span.........

YOU

You are trapped in the quagmire of life, you go about living your life as though there aren't many choices around you, as though you are wearing blinkers, unaware of what lies besides you. Wake up and try to understand what choices you make for yourself and for others around you. You make a difference whether you know it or not, you change everything!!!

Who is John Galt

Going through the dark woods, I feel there is no end to darkness, light eludes me!! Pain seems to have lost its existence but there are remnants, the stab in the wounds is felt sometimes!! Looking up at the sky I see stars, hell my saviours!!

But where do they get their own support, hanging in mid-air marked by pain, they try their level best to shine and outshine. How, they question me, can you go on living like a nomad? I suddenly forget I'm lost. We strike a conversation, sitting under the branches of a thronged tree wrapped in hellish creatures!!

We talk endlessly, or so it seems. With dawn approaching, we talk on endless subjects.. .. .. .. their problems, my solution.. and hell and its existence.. life and its paradigms.. ironies and forces of nature.. loyalties and their possibilities.. .. .. ..

Realising suddenly that they have reached their maximum capacity the stars lean on my shoulders. I, the deceived, the deprived, the lost soul is providing the bright minds and souls some guidance and support. Solace becomes my job and I realise that all is not lost yet!!!!

My purpose has been discovered. Behold the ultimate truth.. .. .. every soul has a direction to venture to, a job to perform and set an example as the perpetrator of work. But the grimness of mind still persists. My goal is set momentarily and as the sun approaches I again go back to being a beast of lust, desire, longing, pain and disgrace. Hunting for yet newer reasons to sulk and let my heart and great mind down... ... ... ... ... To set the purpose, they strive to achieve, on the backbench.